It’s My Birthday

One year ago tonight I took Bree on her last car ride.

It’s been a long, bad year. Other than that horrible night I’ve not mourned her, pushing everything down deep.. so far down I couldn’t feel anything. Then a week ago I was cleaning the house, listening to music (some of us dinosaurs still have iPods!) and James Taylor’s Never Die Young started. I didn’t notice, until he sang “…take the sky, forsake the moon…”. And I collapsed into a weeping rag. You could have done anything to me at that moment; I was immersed in grief, not reality.

Younghaven’s Take the Sky, a.k.a. ‘Breagha’

Silly girl.

Guess you’re really gone. At least I can cry for you now. I will forever miss you and forever look for you everywhere, as if you’re only just out of sight.

2 thoughts on “It’s My Birthday

  1. Oh my. I’ve been where you are. Those pawprints are deep, aren’t they? She’s still there…just around the corner, keeping guard, readying herself for the next adventure. (I dearly miss her adventures, even if they were born in Photoshop. I still think a children’s book is in there.)

    Happy-ish(?) birthday, my friend. I love you!

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